The ones they give,
to each other,
the ones they have,
to say, they love one another.

The ones with passing, with such a playful spirit,
it's the one with stars in their eyes,
and the heart on their sleeves, they proudly wear it.

Ah how they ask for kisses,
with nary a word,
how the song of love whistles,
much sweeter than any bird.

Be in sunshine, or rain,
in whispers or...rather profane.
They come on back to give each other,
a look.

That look of endearment,
ah such joy have they together,
how they know and believe,
that they'll survive no matter the weather.

How I long for a partner,
to give such a look,
however I find,
find them in only story books.

So lovers will be,
star crossed by the sea,
enkindled and intertwined,
when they look at each other,
they look to rewind.

For one more day, to stare at each other,
to have one more day, with their one,
their lover.

All from looks.